You know drunk texting, right? You get a little loose with alcohol and you start texting (or dialing) possible significant others. Last year when I was on tour, the two other ladies on the road and I went out for a girls night. We ended up enjoying sake with our sushi and getting silly. That night I found myself drunk texting, but not to boys that I had crushes on. I was sending out texts of love and gratitude to friends of mine. Some to friends that I had not heard from or seen in months. Some to friends that I talked to daily. I sent them to friends of all varieties. They were similar messages, yet each one unique in their own way. Messages such as, “I love you and I love you in my life.” “I am so grateful for you and who are. Thank you for being you.”

Last week, after I found out that one of my touring brothers had passed, I found myself sending out messages like those drunk texts to people in my life. I got that I am truly grateful for everyone in my life. Even the people who frustrate me and whom I don’t always agree with. These people reflect to me what I do want in my life, who I do want to be, what I do want to do. They also show me that we are not all the same. They way that I think, react, speak is not the same as everyone else that I encounter or befriend. I truly do love these people in my life and not so that I can be the “better” reflection. I am not better than them. I value these people and their beliefs and their actions. It may not be what I choose for myself, but that does not make them and who they are wrong.

I appreciate all of you and how you show up for me. I appreciate the reflections that you show me. Without you I may never have seen them! I continually learn from you and with you! I am grateful!

“A healthy social life is found only, when in the mirror of each soul the whole community finds its reflection, and when in the whole community the virtue of each one is living.”—–Rudolf Steiner

“Friends are the mirror reflecting the truth of who we are”—Unknown

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